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myself. “Fishbone? You mean fishtail.”

She looked up from Chloe’s hair.

Same old look. Annoyed. Fighting a smile.

“No, Daniel, I mean fishbone.”

The girls laughed.

All four of them.

I stood at the stove with a wooden spoon in my hand and listened.

Then I turned back to the pot before anybody saw my face.

Later that night I went into the attic and picked up continue reading …